Sixteen-year-olds,
giggling,
discover the joy
of popping bottles
of Asti on the train.
Traveling and drinking,
talking 'bout boys,
for no good reason.
Twenty years from now
they'll have to join
clubs and societies,
to talk, travel and drink.
Boys turned into husbands,
the bottles multiplied,
the giggles got louder
- but rare.
Drink and dialect remain,
only the sixteen-year-olds
get lost on the way.
Sunday, November 8, 2009
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